Norman Hartnell, arch sophisticate
It's a strange day indeed. The garden is all bent and broken after yesterday's and this morning's storms, and all of a sudden the sun is blazing. Ah the joys of a British summer.
I, unfortunately, have developed a painful "frozen" shoulder and am currently meandering in a Nurofen Plus haze - so my plan to sort the wreckage out is somewhat unlikely to happen.
Instead, I think I'll play something soothing and carry on feeling slightly sorry for myself.
Here's a shining example of "how life should be", courtesy of Soft Tempo Lounge:
[Music: Ich Schlafe Mit Meinem Moerde by Martin Böttcher.]
Hope you'll feel better soon!
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